Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
, though he worked out, begin to
lose feeling in his ass. "Not Acceptable!",
he lamented. "Data - analysis!" "Nice tone, Sir,"
"Bring the shuttle thief to
my ready room," Picard fumed, buttocks sore.
Picard tried to relax, but even his
ukulele looked stressed out. Mindful of
the tender situation, Troi brought the Captain
a beaded seat cushion. "Thank you, Counselor
, how about a bottle of cologne, too?"
"How would that soothe your bum, Captain?"
"Applied liberally, it's the Alpha Quadrant balm,"
he said. "Will you do the honors?"
Security arrived, with the thief in chains.
"Why the anachronisms?" queried Picard, his bum
still feeling a bit out of sync;
sigh with relief as the beam had
dislodged that chewing gum stuck in his
hind parts. Picard began reciting from Hamlet,
"Alas, poor Wrigley's Doublemint Gum, I knew
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